Page 44 of Dark Breaker

I glance at her face, my gaze lingering on her red lips. Her pussy no doubt looks the same. And at least it doesn’t bite back.

Or so I hope.

You never know with this one.

We reach the apartment. I get out and open her door, then offer my hand. She swats it away. I get an instant erection. She’s still defying me, even now. I don’t know why it turns me on, but it does.

I enter the code for the main door and lead her into the lobby. It’s covered in luxurious carpeting, with statues on pedestals and paintings hanging next to ornate tapestries, with a waterfall running down a side wall, but I’m sure she’s not impressed. Her brothers are rich. She’s used to ostentatious garbage like this. As am I.

When I first bought this place, I imagined how much fun I’d have entertaining guests. It would let me show off. They’d see how much better off I was compared to them. But now, it feels overdone, and I often find myself giving excuses and apologizing for how gaudy everything is.

But I don’t say a word to Rosa. Let her think I’m an arrogant, materialistic prick. Which I probably am, anyway.

I slide my key into the elevator, enter my code, and press the topmost button. It opens directly into my penthouse suite.

We walk inside. I’d sold most of the expensive furniture I picked up when I first purchased it, and I keep the place rather minimalistic these days.

I turn on the lights and glance at Rosa, but she doesn’t look at me. I don’t see any emotion in her features, so I can’t tell if she approves or disproves. Not that I care either way. I’m only mildly curious.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” I tell her. I feel the pain as I use my tongue again for the first time in a while.

“Humble?” she comments. “This place is like an entire villa tacked onto a rooftop.”

“Actually, there’s a private rooftop as well,” I reveal. “We have it all to ourselves.”

“Good,” she taunts. “In case I feel the urge to jump.”

I shake my head. “Are you always like this?”

She gives me a cloying smile. “Only with you.”

In a fit of rage I grab her by the wrist and haul her across the apartment. She struggles, clawing at my hand, and when I reach the bedroom I throw her onto the comforter. She freezes beneath me, lying there on that four-poster bed, and gives me a deer in the headlights look.

I tower over her, struggling to control myself. Her eyes drop to my cock, and I wonder if she can see how swollen it is underneath my tux. I glance at her lips, and I want to alternately kiss them and shove my cock down her throat. Not necessarily in that order. But I remember what she did to me earlier, and decide I don’t want to bring any part of my body near this she-devil’s mouth, at least not tonight.

“My tongue still aches,” I tell her coldly.

“Aches for more, huh?” she retorts.

Oh, I’m going to enjoy this.

She seems to understand she’s made a mistake and quickly changes her attitude. “Hey, I apologized! It was an accident. I was nervous. I didn’t want you playing tonsil hockey with me in front of the whole room.” When I don’t answer, she adds: “I’ll say it again, I’m sorry for biting your tongue, okay?”

“You think that’s good enough?” I glare at her. “An apology is never enough. Oh no. I’m going to punish you for what you’ve done.”

“No you’re not!” She tries to get up but I slam her down again onto the bed.

I start undoing my tie. I smile widely as I continue to look down on her. “Oh yes I am,wife. Now stay still. There’s nowhere for you to run. You’re mine now. All mine.”

7

Rosa

He’s so big, so fast. Like he said, there’s no escape. I can’t run from him. If I try to get up he’ll just throw me right back down again.

I know he wants me to submit, and just resign myself to my fate, but I can’t. I refuse to make this easy for him.

Still, I can’t stop my eyes from dropping to his crotch. I can definitely see the outline of his big cock. I saw it earlier, too. He probably thought no one could see it. The big dummy.